Evening Republican, Volume 22, Number 173, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 July 1919 — Page 2

PIECES of EUHT

BEING THE AUTHENTIC NARRATIVE OF ATREASURE DISCOVERED IN THE BAHAMA GIVEN TO THE PUBLIC — * ?& t

By Richard Le Gallienne

CHAPTER lll—Continued —ll— the way. dear king." I said, assuming a -casual* manner, “do you happen to have a son?” ♦ . “No!" he answered, “Calypso is my only child." “Very strange!” I said, “we met a whimsical lad In our travels whom I would have sworn was her brother." “That’s odd!” said the “king” imperturbably. “but no! 1 have no son; and he seemed to say it with a certain sadness. Then Calypso came in to join my audience, having, meanwhile, taken the opportunity of twining a scarlet hibiscus among her luxuriant dark curls. I should certainly have told the story better without her, yet I was glad—how glad!—to have her seated there, an attentive presence in a simple gown, white as the sea foam from which, there was no further, doubt in my mind, she had magically sprung. I gave them the whole story, much as I had told it in John Saunders' snuggery—John P.Tobias, Jr.; dear old Tom and his sucking fish, his ghosts, sharks, skeletons, and all; and when I had finished. I found that the interest of my story was once more chiefly centered in my pock-marked friend of “the wonderful works of God.” “I should like to meet your pockmarked friend,” said King Alclnous, “and I have a notion that, with you as a bait, I shall not long be denied the pleasure.” “I am inclined to think that I have seen him already,” said Calypso, using her honey-golden voice for the base purpose of mentioning him. “Impossible!" I cried;'“he is long since safe in Nassau jail. “Oh. not lately.” she answered to our interrogative surprise, and giving a swift embarrassed look at her father, which I at once connected with the secret of the doubloons. “Seriously. Calypso?” asked her father, with a-certain stern affection, as thinking of her safety. “On one of your errands to town?” And then, turning to me, he said: “Sir Ulysses, you have spoken well, and your speech has been that free, open-hearted speech that wins its way alike among the Hyperboreans that dwell in frozen twilight near the northern star, and those dwarfed and swarthy intelligences that blacken in the fierce sunlight of that fearful axle we call the equator. Therefore, I will make return to you of speech no less frank and true ..." He took a puff at his cigar, and then continued: “I should not risk this'confession, but that it is easy to see that you belong to the race of Eternal Children, to which, you may have realized, my daughter and 1 also belong.Thadventure of yours after buried treasure has not seriously been for the doubloons and pieces of eight, the million dollars, and the million and a half dollars themselves, but for the fun of going after them, sailing the unknown seas, coral islands, and all that sort of blessed moonshine. Well, Calypso and I are just like that, and I am going to tell you something exciting —we too have our buried treasure. It is nothing like so magnificent in amount as yours, or your Henry P. Tobias’ —and where it is at this particular moment I know as little as yourself. In fact it is Calypso’s secret . . ." I looked across at Calypso, but her eyes were far beyond capture, in unplummeted seas. “I will show you presently where I found it, among the rocks near bynow a haunt of wild bees. “Can you ever forget that passage in the Georgies? It makes the honey taste sweeter to me every time I taste It. We must have some of it for dinner, by the way, Calypso.” I could not help laughing, and so, for a moment, breaking up the story. The. dear fellow ! Was there any business of human importance from which he could not be diverted by a quotation .from Homer or Virgil or Shakespeare? But he was soon in the saddle again. “Well," he resumed, “one day, some seven years ago, in a little cave below the orange trees, grubbing about as J am fond of dodng, I came upon a beautiful old box of beaten copper, sunk deep among the roots of a fig tree. It was strong, but it seemed too dainty for a pirate —some great lady's jewel box more likely—Calypso shall show it to us presently. On opening it —what do you think? It spilled over with golden doubloons —among which were submerged some fine jewels, such as this tie ring you see me wearing. Actually, it was no great treasure, at a monetary calculation —certainly no fortune —but from our romantic point of view, as belonging to the race of Eternal Children, it was El Dorado, Aladdin’s lamp, the mines of Peru, the

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whole sunken Spanish Main, glimmering fifty fathoms deep in mother-of-pearl and the moon. It was the very Secret Rose of Romanceand, also, mark you, it was some money—oh, perhaps, all told, it might be some five thousand guineas, or—what would you say?—twenty-five odd thousand dollars; Calypso knows better than I, and she, as I said, alone knows where it is now hid, and how much of it now rernains.” He paused Jo relight his cigar, while Calypso and I— Well, he began again : “Now my daughter and I,” and he paused to look at her fondly, "though of the race of Eternal Children, are not without some of the innocent wisdom which Holy Writ countenances as the self-protection ofthe innocent— Calypso, I may say, is particularly endowed with tnis quality, needing it as ■she does especially for the guardianship for her foolish talkative old father, who, by the way, is almost at the end of his tale. So, when this old chest flashed its bewildering dazzle upon us, we, being poor folk, were not more dazzled than afraid. For—like the poor man in the fable —such good fortune was all too likely to be our undoing, should it come to the ears of the great, or the indigent criminal. The ‘great’ in our thought was, I am ashamed to say, the sacred British treasury, by an ancient law of which, forty per cent of all ‘treasure-trove’ belongs to his majesty the king. The ‘indigent criminal’ was represented by —well, our colored (and not so very much colored) neighbors. Of course we ought to have sent the whole treasure to your friend, John Saunders of his Britannie majesty’s government at Nassau, but- — Well, de didn’t. Some day, perhaps, you will put in a word for us with him, as you drink his old port, in the snuggery. Meanwhile, we had an idea, Calypso and I —” He paused—for Calypso had involuntarily made a gesture, as though pleading to be spared the whole revelation —and then with a smile, continued : “We determined to hide away our little hoard where it would be safe from our neighbors, and dispose of it according to our needs with a certain tradesman in the town whom we thought we could trust —a tradesman, who, by the way, quite naturally levies a little tax upon us for his security. No blame to him! I have lived far too long to be hard on human nature.” “John Sweeney?” I asked, looking over at Calypso with eyes that dared at last to smile. “The very same, my Lord Ulysses,” answered my friend. And so I came to understand that Mr. Sweeney’s reluctance in selling me that doubloon was not so sinister as it

I Came Upon a Beautiful Old Box of Beaten Copper.

had. at the moment, appeared; that it had in fact come of a loyalty which was already for me the most precious of loyalties. “Then,” said I, “as a fitting conclusion to the confidence you have reposed in me, my Lord Alcinous, if Miss Calypso would have the kindness to let us have a sight of that chest of beaten copper of which you spoke, I would like to restore this, that was once a part of its contents, wherever the rest of them” (and I confess that I paused a moment) “may be in hiding.” And I took from my pocket the. sacred doubloon that I had bought from John Sweeney—may Heaven have mercy upon his soul!—for sixteen dol-

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lars and seventy-five cents, on that immortal evening.

CHAPTER IV. In Which the "King" Dreams a Dream —and Tells Us About it. , The afternoon, under the spell of its various magic, had been passing all too swiftly, and at length I grew reluctantly aware that it was time for me to go. King Alclnous raised his hand with a gesture that could not well be denied. That led me—his invitation being accepted without further parley—to mention the idea I Ijad conceived as I came aloffg, of explorlng those curious obi rninwl buildings. “Tomorrow,” he announced, “tomorrow we shall begin—there is not a moment to lose. We will send Satnsop with a message to your captain—there is no need for you to go yourself; time is too precious—and in a week, who knows but that Monte Cristo shall seem like a pauper and a penny gaff in comparison with the fantasies of our fearful wealth. So, for that evening, all was laughingly decided. In a week’s time, it was agreed, we should have difficulty in recognizing each other., We should be so disguised in cloth of gold, and so blinding to look upon with rings and ropes of pearls. When we met at breakfast next morning, glad to see one another again as few people are at breakfast, it was evident that, as far as the “king” was concerned, our dream had lost nothing in the night watches. On the contrary, its wings bad grown to an amazing span and iridescence. Calypso, it transpired, had certain household' matters—of which the “king” of course was ever divinely oblivious —that would take her on an errand into the town. Those disposed of, we two eternal children were at liberty to be as foolish as we pleased. The “king” bowed his uncrowned head, as kings, from time immemorial have bowed their diadems before the quiet command of the domesticities; and it was arranged that I should be Calypso’s escort on her errand. So we set forth in the freshness of the morning, and the woods that had been so black and bewildering at my coming opened before us in easy paths, and all that tropical squalor that had been foul with sweat and insects seemed strangely vernal to me, so that I could hardly believe that I had trodden that way before. And for our companion all the way along—or, at least for my other companion—was the Wonder of the World, the beautiful strangeness of living, and that marvel of a man’s days upon the earth which lies in not knowing what a day shall bring forth, if only we have a little patience with Time —Time, with those gold keys at his girdle, ready, at any turn of the ways, to unlock the hidden treasure that is to be the meanour lives. How should I try to express what it was to walk by her side, knowing all that we both knew? —knowing, or giddily. believing that I knew, how her heart, with every breath she took, vibrated like a living flower, with waves of color, changing from moment to moment like a happy, trembling dawn. To know—yet not to say ! Yes !we were both at that divine moment which hangs like a dewdrop in the morning sun —ah! all too ready to fall. Oh! keep it poised, in that miraculous balance, ’twixt time and eternity- —for this crystal made of light and dew is the meaning of the life of man and woman upon the earth. As we came to the borders of the wood near the edge of the little town we called a counsel ortwo. As the outcome of it we concluded that, having in mind the “king’s” ambitious plans for our cloth-of-gold future, and for other obvious reasons, it was better that she went into the town alone — I to await her in the shadow of the mahogany tree. As she turned to leave me she drew up from her bosom a little bag that hung by a silver chain, and opening it drew out, with a laugh—a golden doubloon! „ I sprang toward her; but she was too quick for me, and laughingly vanished through an opening in the trees. I was not to kiss her that day. Calypso was so long coming back that I began to grow anxious—was, indeed, on the point of going down into the town in search of her, when she suddenly appeared, rather out of breath and evidently a little excited — as though, in fact, she had been running away from something. She caught me by the arm with a laugh. ‘De you want to see your friend Tobias?” she said. “Tobias ? Impossible!” ‘Come here,” and she led me a yard or two back the way she had come, and then looked through the trees. “Gone!” she said, “but he was there a minute or two ago—or at least someone that is his photograph —and of course he's there yet, hidden in the brush, and probably got his eyes on us all the time. Did you see that seven-year apple tree move?” “His favorite tree,” I laughed. “Hardly strong enough to hang him on, though,” And I realized that she was King Alcinous’ daughter. "■ We crouched lower for a moment or two but the seven-year apple tree did’nt move again, and we agreed that there was no use in waiting for Tobias to show his hand, “But what made you think It was Tobias?” I asked, “and how did it all happen?” “I could hardly fail to recognize him from your flattering description,” she answered, “and indeed it all happened rather like another experience of mine. I had gone into 4 Sweeney’s remember? —and was just | paying my bill.”

“In the usual coinage?” I ventured. She gave me a long, whimsical smile —once more her father’s daugh- — -..J— 2 . ter. “That, I’m afraid, was the trouble,” she answered; “for as I laid my money down on the counter I suddenly noticed that there was a person at the back of the store,” “A person?” 1 interrupted. “Yes! Suppose we say ‘a pockmarked person ;’ was it you?” “What a memory you have for details,” I parried; “and then?" “Well! I took my change and managed to whisper a word to Sweeney—a good friend, remember —and- came out. 1 took a short cut back, but the ‘person’ that had stood in the back of the store seemed to know the way almost better than I —so well that he got ahead of me. He was walking quietly this way and so slowly that I had at last to overtake him. He said nothing, just watched me as if interested in the way I was going—but, I’m ashamed to say, he rather frightened me! And here I am.” “Well, then,” I said, “let’s hurry home and talk it over with the ‘king.’ ” The “king,” as I had realized, w’as a practical “romantic” and at once took the matter seriously, leaving—-

She Drew Up From Her Bosom a Little Bag That Hung by a Silver Chain, and, Opening It, Drew Out, With a Laugh—a Golden Doubloon.

as might have surprised some of those who had only heard him talk—his conversational fantasies on the theme to come later. Calypso, however, had the first word. “I always told you, dad,” she said — and the word “dad” on the lips of that statuesque girl—who always seemed ready to take that inspired framework of rags and bones and talking music into her protecting arms — seemed quite the quaintest of paradoxes—“l always told you, dad, what would heppen, with your fairy tales of the doubloons/’ “Quite true, my dear,” he answered, “but isn’t a fairy tale worth paying for? —worth a little trouble? And remember, if you will allow me, two things about fairy tales: there must always be some evil fairy in them, some dragon or such like; and there is always—a happy ending. Now the dragon enters at last —in the form of Tobias; and we should be happy on that very account. It shows that the race of dragons is not, as I feared, extinct. And as for the ha’ppy ending, we will arrange it, after lunch —for which, by the way, you are somewhat late.” After lunch the “king” resumed, but in a brief and entirely practical vein: “We are about to be besieged,” he said. “The woods, probably, are already thick with spies—For the moment we must suspend operations on our Golconda” —his name for the ruins that we were to excavate —“and, as our present purpose—yours no less than ours, friend Ulysses—is to confuse Tobias, my suggestion is this: that you walk with me a mile or two to the nor’ard. There is an entertaining mangrove swamp I should like to show you, and also you can .give me your opinion' of an idea of mine thaFyou will understand all the better when I have taken you over the ground.” So we walked beyond the pines, down onto a long, interminable flat land of marl marshes and mangrove trees—so like that in which Charlie Webster had shot the snake and the wild duck—that only Charlie could have seen any difference. “Now,” said the “king,” “do you see a sort of river there, overgrown with mangroves and palmettos?” “Yes,” I answered, ’‘almost—though it’s so choked up it’s almost impossible to say.” “Well,” said the “king,” “that’s the idea. 4 you haven’t forgotten those old are going to explore. You remember how choked up they are. Well, this was the covered waterway, the secret creek, by which the pira,qes—John Teach, or whoever it was; perhaps John P. Tobias himself — used to land their loot. It’s so overgrown nowadays that ne one can find the entrance but myself and a friend or two; do you understand?” We walkedaa little farther, and then at length came to the bank of the creek the “king” had indicated. This we followed for half a mile or so. till we heard the murmur of the sea. (TO BE CONTINUED. >

Triumphs From the Fashion Show

To attend Bne of the Fashion shows, staged by the Fashion-Art League of America is to come away, convinced that Americans might sign up a Declaration of Independence in the matter of fashions without sacrificing anything of beauty or style. They do not choose to do this and they do not follow slavishly the lead of other lands, but look to all quarters of the world for inspirations. These they adapt to suit our needs, and also they create for themselves -such examples of loveliness as are revealed in the two evening gowns pictured here. Great American names are signed to them, and the gown at the left is one of the triumphs of the last fashion show. This “Papillon” gown has as a foundation a green and gold metal cloth that shimmers through a veiling of gray tulle. Three full flounces of tulle are placed above the bottom of the skirt and a tunic of tulle is edged with a frill of it. The bodice slopes down from above the hust line at the front into a wide girdle,at the back. Here it gives as much countenance to the backleSs gown of Paris as one may ex-

Surprises That Lurk in Hat Shops

At the time when we have heretofore found “finis” written In the story of summer millinery we find this year “continued.” It seems the powers that be in the realm of hats have forbidden the early execution of summer headwear and interdicted the coming of velvet and other wintry looking things In August. To answer the demand for something new for late summer they have furnished new hats, but they are all summery and not wintry. Most of them are made of taffeta silk or ctjrepe georgette in cool combinations of color, like navy and white, white and black, all white and all pink. The hat in a delicate shade, like the inside of a shell is promised a great vogue. Three unusual hats for late summer are shown in the group above. The hat at the ppper left of the group has a very wide, protecting brim and is covered with shell pink georgette crepe. There is a “curtain” about the brim edge that makes a pretty shadow for the eyes. Such a hat sheds a pale glow over the face. For trimming it boasts a scarf of tuscan braid lace draped about the crown and hanging over the brim edge. How much more pleasing to look at in hot weather a hat of this kind is than one of heavier stuffs. The big black hat has always been a favorite, in midsummer millinery. The example of it shown in the picture is made of hair braid with a fancy edge put on in two rows about

pect from an American designer. An overbodice of the tulle covers the shoulders and forms short sleeves. The effect of a short, square train is made of wide green and gold ribbon, brocaded with a butterfly pattern, that is set into the girdle at each side and joined at the middle with two gold roses. These roses are small and full bloom, made of a gauze and appear unexpectedly on the tunic, where it Is draped at the back. They strike the high note that finishes off a gorgeous and beautiful gown. “Gorgeous” does not fit as a description of the gown shown at the right, but “brilliant” belongs to It. It was made of black satin, black tulle and jet by a famous designer, whose brain seems to be an inexhaustible picture gallery of lovely apparel for womankind. The skirt is adapted to fall in about the ankles, revealing them and the silk-and-satin-clad feet. The black tulle qverbodlse _has long and fulldraped sleeves, a wide girdle of brilliant jet embroidery and strands of jet beads over the shoulders. A long, generous strand of them falls from the ‘front of the bodice.

the brim and covering the round crown. It is sparingly trimmed with a cluster of glycerined ostrich feathers at the back and a tie of ribbon about the crown. A bonnet-like shape at the bottom of the group is a charming novelty. This georgette-covered shape has a facing that covers half the under brim in a than the stripe in the hat. In this model the georgette is a white with cross bars of celestial blue. One would expect a sash of ribbon on a model as quaint as this, and it is there; also a small cluster of flowers and a wisp of feathers are settled complacently, knowing they are expected, at the front of the shape.

Brocaded Ribbon Vests.

The vest for suit wear keeps its popularity and Its magnificence too. Gorgeous brocaded materials go into .these vests that £ive brightness to the suit. Brocaded ribbon is frequently used for this purpose, and very lovely are the wide flowered and brocaded ribbons that adorn the ribbon counters. .

Dolman or Cape?

Where, oh, where is the plain coat of , yesterday? Today if it a dolma* It is sure to be a cape.